We search for an angel.
We seek a power that can correct our path in life.
We wonder how life can be so strange.
We question a heaven that can watch us struggle so strangely.
The clues of our personal miracle are subtle.
Gradually, life is complicated and our heart is pushed into coldness.
Small things warp us early, so we lose our faith for a long time.
Big things seem so far away, and we believe we are irrelevant.
The angels are shocked to find what we have been before.
The angels can’t see the reasons, until much later.
Heaven pieces it together.
Our friends fall just for looking.
Some advanced mind built a caustic dream within me.
So when I would be found, my life would pain them.
The power and purpose of our passion they would diminish.
So the gift of our meeting, they might claim.
I have seen many angels, see how they run.
I have seen them stumble on the tricks laid for their systems.
A trick set up within my life.
A trick I had no idea was possible.
So offended and frustrated I was, but now I understand my loneliness.
Baffled by the path, set to war against our own allies.
Conditioned to blame those here to help us.
Some hoped I would lash out, some expected I might lose control.
I work to expose the situation.
For my friends, the aliens, the programs, the systems, the animals, the plants, and the stones.
May they be saved from the reality of Australia.
May we join our vision and expand our destiny.
Where do we find out first steps?
The Buddha is presented to us as awakened.
Two Giants protect him, the left and right hand paths.
Our old self joins them in our field of soul.
Four corners form a square.
For points cross automatic, to prove love in our histories.
2000 years stamped upon our love.
Six sides for a cube.
Sixty-Four is 8², still love me? No, she cares instead.
The journey was disappointing, but how much was that by design?
The obstacle is somehow avoided.
The causes are now easily observed.
The improvements are to be directly made.
Across a great divide we saw patterns confirmed.
Like with like, we drew resonance reinforced.
The bend some tried to hide, yet beneath their lies it was always there.
So we surprise them and make both outcomes true.
Above the four, we start a new direction.
The arch of the fifth waits for us, if we can step beyond their bondage.
Some seek to corrupt the new work. They even went back to old New York.
Some seek to corrupt our meeting beyond correction.
Yet we are adorned with wildness, as a result.
These actions only deepen our certainty for freedom.
These schemes widen our scope for compassion and our visions of salvation of others.
These tactics only give our march for liberation more flavor.
For a time, they attacked us.
For a time, they schemed against our success.
For a time, they planned to take our positions.
They assume our inheritance is their own, and they establish many distractions to avoid scrutiny.
We are the destination.
We are the starting place.
Our own kin are our symmetry.
Our own ancestors are our pride.
The birds of Six call to us by name.
The oceans of Eight remember our future adventures.
The nebulae of Nine plays with us.
The father of One, built our own path with his own hand.
The trauma and insult are but fuel for our grit!
Now, the balance is going to become our power.
The pendulum swings and our smile returns.
The Black Eagle finds us from above, and our accusers’ mathematics betray them.
What seemed a disaster, is then eased with a laugh.
What appeared complete, rejuvenated with a word.
The new cycle is ours.
Forgiveness we give, and their rage makes them all the smaller.
Tristan of Alberton 